On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 07-17-2002, 02:54 AM

Holly had gone over to help the hobbit. Not only had his ale been knocked over, but so had he, in the haste of the men to reach the door.

She gave him a hand up and fetched him a fresh pint while he dusted himself off, and pulled his vest into order.

He invited her to sit with him, and she got herself a pint and sat down across from him at a low wooden table.

After a few long pulls at the tankard, Holly leaned forward with her elbows on the table and introduced herself.

He raised his drink to her, and said 'Glad to meet you, Mistress Holly. I'm Olo Gardener from Michel Delving.'

Leaning closer, she asked him, 'Who were those Men who were so rude and hasty in their leaving, Olo?'.

'Best not to talk about such things in here,' he whispered, 'but if you'ld like to take a short stroll with me, and dip your toes in the Brandywine, I could tell you tales to put you off your feed for a day or so!'

'Let me just tell my fellow travelers where I'm going, then I'll be right with you.', she said, taking him up on his offer.

Holly found Bird sitting by the fire, warming her feet, sipping on a cup of mulled wine. She told her she was going out for a while and would be back soon. Bird waved her on and helped herself to another cup of the tasty brew.

Most of the other companions were engaged in conversation among themselves, and not wanting to bother them, she slipped out quietly.

[ July 17, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-17-2002, 02:54 AM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Holly had gone over to help the hobbit. Not only had his ale been knocked over, but so had he, in the haste of the men to reach the door. She gave him a hand up and fetched him a fresh pint while he dusted himself off, and pulled his vest into order. He invited her to sit with him, and she got herself a pint and sat down across from him at a low wooden table. After a few long pulls at the tankard, Holly leaned forward with her elbows on the table and introduced herself. He raised his drink to her, and said 'Glad to meet you, Mistress Holly. I'm Olo Gardener from Michel Delving.' Leaning closer, she asked him, 'Who were those Men who were so rude and hasty in their leaving, Olo?'. 'Best not to talk about such things in here,' he whispered, 'but if you'ld like to take a short stroll with me, and dip your toes in the Brandywine, I could tell you tales to put you off your feed for a day or so!' 'Let me just tell my fellow travelers where I'm going, then I'll be right with you.', she said, taking him up on his offer. Holly found Bird sitting by the fire, warming her feet, sipping on a cup of mulled wine. She told her she was going out for a while and would be back soon. Bird waved her on and helped herself to another cup of the tasty brew. Most of the other companions were engaged in conversation among themselves, and not wanting to bother them, she slipped out quietly. [ July 17, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.